Get rid of Mum, using Grandad

"Before we do anything, we need to clean the living room before your Mum gets home." Dad said.

He winced as he sat up, but you could see the fear in his eyes. He loved your Mum, and so did you. While you think the note would accommodate to avoid your Mum finding out or at least caring about Dad's new feelings, you knew it would fuck with him doing it with her still in the house. You could simply say he won't care if she's in the house, but that could indirectly destroy their relationship. You admired the relationship between your parents, and didn't want to spoil that.

"You two can clean up, I'm going to make a call."

You knew you needed to come up with a plan to make it possible to fuck your Dad without him fearing your Mum, but that might need time to figure out how to word correctly. Instead, you came up with a short term solution. Your grandad on Mum's side lived a few hours away and alone. He had just turned 80 and was widowed after your grandma passed years ago. You called him on your phone with your plan in mind.

"Hiya sport," he greeted cheerily on the other end, "I haven't spoken to you in ages."

You felt a twinge of guilt that you hadn't spoken to him in so long and were only speaking now to benefit your sex life. You decided to speak to him for a bit to ease your guilt.

"Haha, you'll have to show me next time I come down." you laugh, about 10 minutes into conversation, "Actually, could you get Mum to go down to see you."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Call Mum and tell her you've fallen ill and need her to come down to look after you." you explain, laying out your plan, "Fake an illness or injury or something for a few days, maybe a week. If she figures out you're faking, tell her it's because you're lonely. Can you do that for me?"

"Uhh, sure." your Grandad says, drawling slightly, "Is that all?"

"Yes, thank you." you say, thankful he took to your plan so willingly.

"Alrighty then, don't be a stranger." he says, back to his cheery self.

"Bye Grandad." you sigh, hanging up the phone.

A few minutes later, you hear your Mum pull up in the driveway and rush in. She looks slightly panicked and that guilt returns again.

"Honey, what's wrong?" your Dad asks, doing a pretty useless job cleaning himself up other than putting clothes on.

"Oh Buck! On the way back from the hardware store, my Dad called and said he thinks he had a heart attack!" she says, looking upset.

Jesus Christ Grandad! You said ill, not deaths door!

"Oh my god, that's awful!" Dad said, hugging her, "What do you need me to do?"

"Well I'm going to pack some things and drive down there right away." she said, already going to her room, "He sounded okay so I don't think I need you to come, you can stay and make sure the boys stay out of trouble. You can get the stuff out of the car while I pack."

The two worked in such a synchronised pattern you barely realised it was meant to be stressful. Within minutes, she was ready to go and you, Dad and Uncle Hank were stood in the door ready to wave her off.

"Sorry I've barely spoken to you Hank." your Mum said.

"It's fine, you just go." he said.

"Alright," she said, looking at you, "you and your brothers be good for your Dad."

"We're adults Mum." you say, making both of you smile.

She turned and kissed your Dad on the cheek.

"I'll see you soon." she said, heading towards the car, "And Buck, one last thing."

"Yes?"

"Take a shower." she laughed, though through anxious eyes, probably worried about Grandad.

Your mum got in the car and drove out of the driveway, leaving you and the two DILF's behind. You all headed inside where Hank was the first to break the ice.

"That's at least one night alone." he grinned, fondling his pants.